A Writer's Notebook, One-Thousand-Eight-Hundred-And-Eighty-Nine

I wound up skipping my work last night, but I made up for it this morning.  It was not a real plan, it just sort of happened.  Melissa and I were having a low key New Year's eve and I decided in the moment to just go with the flow.  I suppose it is inevitable that I will miss a night here and there.  It's not as if this is the very first time it's happened.  The real key is in getting back to work the next day.